Submission 132

Dear my wee Scottish pal,

It’s been 2 tarts since you’ve gone and it only feel like yesterday that I got the call, I can still hear the screams in my mum and dad’s kitchen when I close my eyes as that’s where I was when I found out, I miss you mate, it was never meant to end like this, we were meant to put the worlds to its rights and 2020 was meant to be our year but instead it was one of the worst years of my life and the years that followed have been pretty rubbish as well, it’s weird because the day you died a piece of me died that day as well.

In a weird way you also gave my life perspective and purpose because now I have this fire lit inside of me which means I now speak in the public about mental health issues and I also share your story and mine, I miss you mate and I hope wherever you are your free and watching Friday night dinner, playing with dogs and drinking dragon soop, I love you Scotland and I hope your looking after all my other angels, lots of love large.